Monday, November 24, 2003
//catatonic damnation
If boredom were a sickness, I have 2 minutes to live...
Stuck here in an internet cafe inside UP, trying to burn time...
ack....
Stuck here in an internet cafe inside UP, trying to burn time...
ack....
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Thursday, November 20, 2003
//adrenalin shots for the photoplankton
I just looked out the window and to my surprise, the sun isn't there anymore. My goodness, I'm working overtime, what a shock. Not that I'm lazy, but I rarely, RARELY ever spend too much time working. It's just that by 5 pm, I'm always too hungry, too sleepy and too harrassed to even keep my mental juices flowing. Can I be blamed? A snapshot of how my day just went tells you why:
1. Woke up at 6 am. As a matter of routine, I hit the snooze button every 10 minutes until I finally drag myself out of bed at 6:30. Being the promdisexual (promdisexual: the anti-particle of the metrosexual) that I am, it only takes me 20 minutes to take a shower and get dressed for work, and by 7 am, I have already opened my office email and checked out how my Fantasy NBA team, the Tabangao Ocho-Ochos, is faring against my opponents.
2. 7:10 AM: took a bicycle ride from my office to attend the daily operations meeting.
3. 8 AM: after the meeting, went to inspect the machines highlighted during the meeting.
4. 8:30 AM: climbed up the hydrocracker furnace via the monkey ladders, with the radiant heat making my sweat glands work double time. Checked the broken sootblower, and wondered, "do I need to calculate the number of links in a chain for two sprockets with a center-to-center distance of X meters, equal diameters with Y number of teeth, with the chains having a pitch of Z millimeters? wait, do I need to know the rpm?"
What a nerd.
5. 9:00 AM: After biking back to the office, I was catching my breath infront of my PC. Checking Peyups forums and reading more emails. Checking how Ocho-Ocho guards Gilbert Arenas and Ricky Davis are racking up the statistics in the Cleveland-Washington NBA game.
6. 9:30 AM: Got a call from my field supervisor, had to check position of nozzles to be installed. Biked to site and back.
7. 10:30 AM: More email coming. Consulted with specialists to determine internals of ducting of F-201 inlet. Didn't bike. Just walked.
8. Had lunch at 11:30 AM, and took a 15-minute nap afterwards.
9. Inspected the Deep Well Pump after another meeting in the afternoon.
10. Climbed up the furnace again to inspect the sootblowers closer. This is NOT easy. I'm a friggin' acrophobic, and I was too mentally-preoccupied to remember that as I was climbing 5 storeys of vertical ladders.
11. Another bicycle ride at 430 PM took me to the F-201 ducts to witness the hot-tapping works there. Cool stuff, hot-tapping is.
12. This afternoon, I was emailing a contact in Singapore for them to send me three overpaid japanese specialists to inspect my new babies, the Gas Turbines. That was a 4 million peso transaction I just closed with that email.
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What a grim thought. As I was reviewing the terms and conditions for the Japanese imports, I found one clause stipulating that it is my reponsibility to pay for the expenses that may be incurred for the "transportation of mortal remains or ashes of any of (Japanese Imports) from the country where the work is being carried out to Japan in case of death."
Crossing my fingers...
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I need adrenaline shots. I'm tired. I'm wasted. I look like I just had a bad hair day, and I smell like the Pasig River.
1. Woke up at 6 am. As a matter of routine, I hit the snooze button every 10 minutes until I finally drag myself out of bed at 6:30. Being the promdisexual (promdisexual: the anti-particle of the metrosexual) that I am, it only takes me 20 minutes to take a shower and get dressed for work, and by 7 am, I have already opened my office email and checked out how my Fantasy NBA team, the Tabangao Ocho-Ochos, is faring against my opponents.
2. 7:10 AM: took a bicycle ride from my office to attend the daily operations meeting.
3. 8 AM: after the meeting, went to inspect the machines highlighted during the meeting.
4. 8:30 AM: climbed up the hydrocracker furnace via the monkey ladders, with the radiant heat making my sweat glands work double time. Checked the broken sootblower, and wondered, "do I need to calculate the number of links in a chain for two sprockets with a center-to-center distance of X meters, equal diameters with Y number of teeth, with the chains having a pitch of Z millimeters? wait, do I need to know the rpm?"
What a nerd.
5. 9:00 AM: After biking back to the office, I was catching my breath infront of my PC. Checking Peyups forums and reading more emails. Checking how Ocho-Ocho guards Gilbert Arenas and Ricky Davis are racking up the statistics in the Cleveland-Washington NBA game.
6. 9:30 AM: Got a call from my field supervisor, had to check position of nozzles to be installed. Biked to site and back.
7. 10:30 AM: More email coming. Consulted with specialists to determine internals of ducting of F-201 inlet. Didn't bike. Just walked.
8. Had lunch at 11:30 AM, and took a 15-minute nap afterwards.
9. Inspected the Deep Well Pump after another meeting in the afternoon.
10. Climbed up the furnace again to inspect the sootblowers closer. This is NOT easy. I'm a friggin' acrophobic, and I was too mentally-preoccupied to remember that as I was climbing 5 storeys of vertical ladders.
11. Another bicycle ride at 430 PM took me to the F-201 ducts to witness the hot-tapping works there. Cool stuff, hot-tapping is.
12. This afternoon, I was emailing a contact in Singapore for them to send me three overpaid japanese specialists to inspect my new babies, the Gas Turbines. That was a 4 million peso transaction I just closed with that email.
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What a grim thought. As I was reviewing the terms and conditions for the Japanese imports, I found one clause stipulating that it is my reponsibility to pay for the expenses that may be incurred for the "transportation of mortal remains or ashes of any of (Japanese Imports) from the country where the work is being carried out to Japan in case of death."
Crossing my fingers...
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I need adrenaline shots. I'm tired. I'm wasted. I look like I just had a bad hair day, and I smell like the Pasig River.
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